Lila threw open the shutters and gazed across the piazza then responded to a knock. A handsome Italian stood before her.
“Fresh fruit as you requested.” He held a basket of peaches.
“Come in so I can tip you.”
“No, cara mia. It is my turn to tip you. Please take one.”
Lila reached for a fruit. Something poked out among the fuzzy peaches through a hole in the basket. It was distinctly fleshy.
“Oh, Paolo, you’ve surprised me again. May I have some of this along with my peaches?”
Fresh fruit wasn’t all she’d miss when her vacation ended.